No answer.
“Why didn’t you answer your neighbor’s calls?”
Maya stared at the floor.
“I didn’t want to deal with it.”
That sentence brought silence over the room.
Mrs. Linda looked at her as if she was seeing her for the first time.
“You didn’t want to deal with your own son?”
Maya cried, but no one moved to comfort her.
Not this time.
Her mother arrived an hour later, still wearing her work uniform. She rushed into the apartment, looked at the officers, the paramedics, the neighbors, and then at Maya sitting on the floor.
Pregnancy & Maternity
Her voice came out quietly.
“Where is he?”
No one answered.
Mrs. Linda gently touched her arm.
“Don’t go in.”
That was when Maya’s mother understood.
